I have decided to put some of my published short stories on the web site for everyone to read. I may even add some of the unpublished ones that are unlikely to find an audience.
My stories cover a range of subjects. Some are science fiction, some are ghost stories and some are horror. I never thought I would write in the horror genre but sometimes a story just comes along and wants to be written.
I have had a lot of fun writing these stories and I hope you enjoy reading them. If so, please Comment. I’d love to know what you think.
There’s nothing weighty or fraught or political in these stories–just questions and ideas. And they’re short, so just dig in and have fun.
This short story, set in a hotel in the Old West, was published in Manifest West’s anthology, “Western Weird.”
The anthology was edited by Mark Todd,
Western Press Books,
Published October 2015.
Here’s the beginning:
“I could tell from the sound of her footsteps on the stairs that the Duchess was in a bad way.
The steps were light, as she was a small woman,
but slow. She took a while to reach the hotel lobby, and by the time her feet hit the last step, I was in place and ready. Offering the Duchess my arm, I supported her on the short walk to one of the stiff horsehair sofas. Tears streaked her face and she wore an air of resignation, almost defeat, that I had never seen before. The Duchess—Annabella McGarrick by name—was a strong woman and one who handled the rough men and demanding customers of a frontier town with aplomb.
That meant the voices had been particularly bad.”
Keep reading . . .
This short story is a retelling of an old fairy tale with a very modern twist at the end. It was published in “Magical: An Anthology of Fantasy, Fairy Tales, and Other Magical Fiction for Adults,” edited by Kelly Ann Jacobson in 2014.
Here is the beginning:
“Harno hefted his axe and moved cautiously up the hill as dusk crept through Eythorne Wood. The forest was silent. Creatures that should have been settling with evening twitters and calls were instead hiding from a brilliant light no fire had made. Felling the blasted oak had taken longer than Harno had planned, delaying his journey home, but the bright white light ahead held darkness at bay and stopped his tired feet. Something terrible had come to the valley between him and the village.”